If we came in together then we leavin' together
If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then
Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
Goons outside, try and dead it 'fore it settle in, yeah

I don't really know what y'all think, nigga
Beef with my sister, I'ma pop if I ain't with her
Know that she'll swing so I'll swing like I came with her
Y'all don't like each other 'cause y'all fuckin' the same nigga? (Wake up, sis)
That's part of the game, nigga
I guess I gotta teach you bitches
Either that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches
You're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches
Call me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh
Never be with a different clique, man, I'm serious
Somethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses
Even when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis
Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch
Nya Lee, now leave her alone
It's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm
When I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone
I'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known

If we came in together then we leavin' together
If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then
Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
Goons outside, try and dead it 'fore it settle in, yeah

You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life
Point blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice
If you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight
Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic
Yeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker
White Tesla inside blue water
Rims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker
Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often
Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin
Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it
I'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'
Keep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it
You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit
Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate
My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit
Thug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick

If we came in together then we leavin' together
If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then
Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
Goons outside, try and dead it 'fore it settle in, yeah

Ayy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day
Our reputation at stake, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay
You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes
Yeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake
You bitchin' out? Well, it's too late
It seems you'll only understand the yellow tape
We'll light you up like a birthday cake
And I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?
Like I'm havin' a good day
Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask
This ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack
We girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass
Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo
Black bags, black coupes
Bandana on, hangin' out the roof
We dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot
We mean business, big bags on big boots

If we came in together then we leavin' together
If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then
Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
Goons outside, try and dead it 'fore it settle in, yeah

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Writer(s): Keith Grayson, Turrell Simms